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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. Trackster production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
phenomenal violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As as Pelican Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or when i smoke a forrest.
powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
portable mp3 let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
They said it was hot so check the hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no yall]
the heat [no back, im here forever]

i recolect the era where and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an rocks at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda told um i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im here

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
Dont me upset my stomach,
them will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you gotta go,
you cant live here, to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a nigga, stay in that zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 of dope in black bags.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.